Brothers want to buy a used Porsche, saying that joining the luxury car group can help them catch a rich woman and save twenty years of hard work.

I directly did the math for him: “You spend 300,000 yuan on buying an eight-year-old used piece of junk car, and the fuel and insurance burn up half a year of your salary. A rich woman gets in, runs her hand over the steering wheel, and the paint flakes off. When she turns on the air conditioner and sniffs it, it smells moldy.”
“Do you think she’d look favorably on you? She’ll only ask you: Brother, do you rent the car? My company uses it for the wedding procession—800 a day.”
His face turned green.
I delivered another blow: “Renovations can only increase your ability to collect rent, and modifications can only increase your wedding-related expenses. You treat yourself like a luxury mansion, but other people take you for a Didi driver.”
After being silent for five minutes, he suddenly looked up: “What if I buy a new one?”
I looked into his eyes: “Then you won’t even be able to get your rent back.”
Later, he really went to arrange for a used one. Last week, in the middle of the night, he sent me a message: “Bro, in the car friends group, a rich woman asked me… whether I’d be willing to be her full-time driver.”
Guess what I replied to you?